Re: Booster Gold, Ms. M., Miss M, GL, Cap, Kristoff, Tigra and OTA
"Perfect, Miss," Kristoff proclaims as the Jotun stumbles near his seared line.
Kristoff grips his gauntlet onto one of the Jotun's legs, and then, after pressing several keys as it releases, moves away as fast as he can without it. In three seconds, the gauntlet detonates, taking most of the Jotun's leg with it.
If one is not competent enough to channel energies for a protection spell properly oneself... soak it in blood to make the difference. Normally, he hates that idea, but needs must. As the Jotun collapses, the blood from its horrific injury runs into the line Kristoff had carved.
He pulls out the ritual knife that would not have penetrated the Jotun's skin, slices his own hand enough to trigger the spell, and presses it to the ground. "They and their combat magics will have far greater difficulty coming in this direction at all," the young man in bloodsoaked armor standing next to maimed, crippled, unconscious giant calls calmly up to the Martian girl.